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don’t—”
    “Both of us have had standing reservations booked a year in advance for at least five years. And your clerk there tells us our rooms have already been taken?” Chad pointed back at the desk clerk, standing a good distance back from the desk. “The year I bring my wife and sister-in-law with us?”
    “I’m sure there’s been some mix-up.” The manager went behind the desk and commandeered the computer. “Just let me—” He broke off and frowned. Then he turned to the desk clerk and frowned harder.
    “Tyler ? What’s going on here?”
    “I just took the desk an hour ago, Mr. Harris! Jeff was on duty!” Tyler grabbed a ringing phone and turned aside.
    “And Jeff took some money under the counter to do some room-switching, I’m thinking,” said Chad.
    “In which case Jeff’s ass better be grass,” Spike added.
    Mr. Harris abandoned any pretense of professionalism. “His ass is grass whether he took money for it or not! He’s completely fucked up—ah, excuse me, ladies, my apologies—he’s completely screwed up the reservations!”
    “So what are you going to do fix it?”
    “ I don’t have any idea in hell! Too many rooms I know were reserved by returning guests—”
    Spike’s spine stiffened to showcase every inch of his impressive six foot six and wide shoulder span. He put the mellow back in his voice, which made his looming bulk even scarier. I’d have been scared if I didn’t know him, for sure.
    “We really aren’t worried about how you fix it for anybody else. We’re only worried about how you’re going to fix it for us . Because these ladies aren’t going to be sleeping in the streets. I’m sure you understand that?”
    Mr. Harris blanched. “I don’t have anything —”
    “Sure you do,” Chad assured him. “You just haven’t seen it yet.”
    He turned back to the screen and chewed the inside of his cheek as Tyler hung up.
    “Mr. Harris! That was a cancellation!”
    “ Tyler, don’t joke with me about something like—”
    “No! For really real, Mr. Harris! And what with all this, I told the guy we wouldn’t even charge his card!” Tyler’s wide smile turned to a worried frown. “I didn’t figure you’d mind.”
    “Mind! Hell, boy, you’re up for the next promotion! What room is it?”
    “Let’s see.” Tyler took over the computer. “Looks like—it’s a double! Two queens!”
    “We had suites.”
    “But I don’t—I can’t—”
    “Let it go, guys. We’ll work it out,” I said. Besides, I needed the ladies. And pretty damn quick, too. “Take it and get the room cards.”
     
    * * *
     
    We parked the bikes as near our room number as possible and I snatched one of the cards away from Chad. Racing ahead, I swiped the card and hit the bathroom. When I came out, the three other members of our merry quartet were dropping saddle bags on the bed and taking stock of the situation.
    “They have bathrooms in the lobby, you know,” Chad said.
    “Yeah, real crowded, real small ones, didn’t you notice? There was a line in front of the Ladies.”
    I looked around at the room. It held two queen beds with a nightstand between them, a nightstand on each of the other sides, and nothing else. There wasn’t room for anything else. This room hadn’t started life as a “double”.
    “Well, so much for sleeping on the couch,” said Spike. “Or asking for a cot. Nowhere to put one. Okay, I’ll take the floor.”
    “You can’t sleep on the floor!” Stacy and I exclaimed in unison. “Look, guys, it’s not what we planned but it’s what we got,” I continued. “And damn lucky to get it. No point in anybody sleeping on the floor. Besides, we’d step on you if we had to go to the bathroom! It’s very simple. Chad?” I gave him a look demanding back-up. He sighed.
    “Yeah, it is. The girls take one bed, we’ll take the other and we can pile a bunch of pillows in the middle so Spike and I won’t accidently touch each other.” He shuddered.